OLRG: Everyone needs an owl!

Yeah, so I read Buzzfeed. So what?

So I challenged myself to get Momokawa to Level 100, gear her up, and be ready for another, and last go, at Molten Core with the Old Ladies.Though a few of my chicas still need their 640 helms, I am really trying not to play so much. In fact, I have a date with a friend at our workplace: we love to go and hang out, get stuff done, and consider our work our ‘studios’ if you will. I would rather go to work than stay home, too: I’m on strike for kitchen duty: I’ve emptied the dishwasher and filled it every morning this week while the nocturnal druids of the Matty-shack snooze away, and I’m not having it today. It’s killing me that there is a pile of dishes left for me every night, and I’m trying to be understanding. So, efff it –Momokawa did her Silver PG with no problem (what the hell was up with the priest anyway? Maybe my bitching, er ticket to the GMs “fixed” it.) She ran some LFRs, got some goodies, had some crafted gear made, and voila! She is ready for her close-up, and her helm.

Kick-ass Momokawa
Kick-ass Momokawa

Oh and look! Since switching to WordPress, I too now get my Annual Report. The post “Bitchy Resting Face” is the clear winner, but only because a superstar like Cymre reposted it. I don’t know if I can top that one, but meh. It’s cool, it’s cool. Those Draenei still suffer from BRF, and the human females still have thyroid issues, and the Devs and GMs do not care.

I see your apathy, good sirs, and raise you with a hearty WHATEVER.

In any case, here’s my week – work, play, clean up Christmas, work, play, work, watch LOTR marathon, work, play, and SATURDAY – want to go again? Around 3PM Pacific time? Maybe a little earlier? What say you?

OLRG: By Fire Be Awesome!

Well my sweet, sweet winter holiday break is in its last week. The house is a wreck. That’s what happens when people live in a space. I mean look at this one countertop: EASTER EGG GRASS? W.T……..! It was up in the cupboard where I keep my Crock-Pot. I found all kinds of things up in that cupboard. Regardless, I made chicken ‘stuff.’ I added chicken, pico de gallo, onions, Roma tomatoes, seasonings, etc., and then yesterday evening CD Rogue asked me what ‘we’ were doing for dinner. Hate that ‘royal we,’ but yes, CD Rogue, there is a Crock-Pot FULL of chicken for tortilla soup. I know his question was innocent, but…okay. See what I get for trying? Easter egg grass and knocked over spices.


It wasn’t quite right – it needed either black beans or something, else, but it was pretty good. But yes, that resulted in a lot of dishes to wash and Easter egg basket grass on my counter. I am trying desperately to clean out clutter this week, but somehow clutter breeds, spawns, like a fungus. I read this article not too long ago about a Zen master of de-cluttering, and her simple advice was if the object doesn’t spark joy, trash it. There are a lot of things in my world that will not meet the ‘joy’ test. E-mails, both valid and spam, recycling, trash, books stacked on books, and of course jokes sent by my dad:

Dear Friends,

With  the New Years celebration close upon us, I would like to share a personal experience with my friends about drinking and driving.

As you know, some of us have been known to have brushes with the authorities from time to time, often on the way home after a “social session” with family or friends.

Well, two days ago, this happened to me. I was out for an evening with friends and had more than several beers followed by a couple of bottles of rather nice red wine and a few vodka shots. Although relaxed, I still had the common sense to know I was slightly over the limit.

That’s when I did something I’ve never done before – I took a taxi home.

Sure enough on the way there was a police roadblock, but since it was a taxi they waved it past and I arrived home safely without incident.

This was a real surprise to me, because I had never driven a taxi before. I don’t know where I got it, and now that it’s in my garage I don’t know what to do with it.

Happy New Year!

Even yesterday Cymre asked if I had a screenshot of something, but alas, I didn’t – I’m trying to delete thing as I go, otherwise I end up with a cloud-level storage of screenshots and guilt. Guilt because clutter has a cost–it reminds us of all the things we haven’t, and probably won’t, accomplish. I did take screenshots of our Saturday’s OLRG Molten Core edition, but they were kind of…bad. Fortunately, Helke came to my rescue yesterday when she sent me a great screenie:


We had a great time: we didn’t have Vent on, and I missed not hearing folks’ voices. When our budget allows, I’m going to look into getting my own Mumble service. Vent is good, but Mumble always has clearer and more even voice tones. I’ll give you the information next time we play, but in the meantime here is a link to download Mumble. Molten Core, from what I understand, gives players the true experience of what it was like to raid in Vanilla. I guess. Not sure even the Wizards at Blizzard have that good of a time machine. I wish the enchant dropped more, and I certainly wish the pet dropped, guaranteed, too. But alas they don’t. Of course they don’t. Sometimes I feel like Blizzard throws its players a huge party and then expects us to pick up the check. Whatev.

Regardless, we went, we conquered, we got our hats, and all is well! I’ll try to get a group for next Saturday, too, if we manage to have any alts that need to go. I don’t know about this alt thing anymore, either. Having some doubts. I need to write about my feelings about the barn and trapping. Let’s just say on the Alliance side it feels like I’m compromising my values and running with the redneck hillbillies from Duck Dynasty. Yuck. When did Homer Stonefield and his son become such incredible yokels? And do you remember when we worked so hard to get Maybell Maclure and Tommy Stonefield together? Well now she just walks around the Barn like she’s on heavy-duty doses of Thorazine wondering where did it all go wrong…

Oh well.

So, till next time my intrepid OLRG: onward!

OLRG: Mrs. Whitworth Returns!

black cat and Santa

Do you know how much I am loving that Mrs. Whitworth has taken over the grounds of my garrison? Do I have a story or two up my sleeve? Of course I do: but before I turn my holiday head toward low-rate fan-fiction, I would LOVE if my OLRG (Old Ladies Raiding Guild) could come together once more and take on Molten Core tomorrow. I am sorry for the late notice, and if it doesn’t work out until January 3, that’s fine too. In any case – I’ll be around 3PM Pacific, will put the call out. Please join me, Tome, and let’s take over Molten Core! The trick I’ve found is to stick together, don’t get your claws out, and give the tanks cheers! It is definitely a slow and steady wins the 640 head piece (that old trope). Hope to see you!

A sense of belonging…

Momokawa kneels to Durotan
Momokawa kneels to Durotan

OOC: Out-of-character for a moment — when I first encountered the Frostwolf banner in Frostridge, I felt a pang in my heart: this is where the divide between Horde and Alliance hit home. Every instinct told Mataoka to run up the hill and hug her friends, though they would have killed her on sight. I wish there was some way to form treaties in the game with those characters we would serve, or allow our fealty, no matter the faction. Of all the Orcs, of course I would follow Thrall, who is disparaged at every turn for being “weak,” or Durotan, who also has met with great adversity, but whose values align with mine: family, loyalty, kindness. But alas, no matter the brief moments of truce or alliances, the two worlds shall never truly trust one another, a virtual detente is the most we can hope for. 


Yesterday morning, and I’m not sure if she knew my longing, Luxy, who writes a blog, and is one of Navimie’s closest friends in the Frostwolves, sent me a present: my very own Frostwolf puppy. I have wanted one of these since I knew of it – it would be my friend, my loyal companion, a true gift from a clan that Mataoka cherishes. Though Mataoka can never be a member of the Frostwolves, she will cherish and love this animal always.

Thank you Luxy, from me the human, and from Mataoka the Shaman: Frostwolf at heart, forever.



For all the crushing weight of consumerism and faux emotion to be endured each December, there is nothing that can touch late-night Christmas Eve. The tenderness of those hours, somewhere between 8 p.m. and 3 a.m., are without equal. It seems to me that, religious or not (and I’m not), in those few hours we collectively agree to something so valuable it almost makes two months of holiday carols worthwhile.

Yippee Ki-Yay…

Or: so many things. Unwrap at will.clown on donkey

Tank v Talbuk

Thank heavens for practical friends…one friend who explained to me why the Nagrand tank is far and away a superior choice to the Telaari Talbuk. However, my instincts do not waiver: for me, the talbuk edges out the tank. I noticed, all on my own, that when I click on the water strider, the talbuk walks on water. I can ride, farm, handle any mob, drop any totem, and spawn any spirit wolves on my talbuk. She never fails me, and is friendly to the environment. When I hit my Ascension spell, it looks like I’m a circus performer from some dark dream. I did some research, and many players agree with me. Now granted, if you’re into cool looking Dwarfish technology, you can’t beat the tank.

And this is kind of embarrassing: someone visited my blog while looking for solid information on tanks versus talbuks, and all I gave them was silliness:

I am sorry. You came here for information, and I gave you a big hug.
I am sorry. You came here for information, and I gave you a big hug.

Proving Grounds

So the proving grounds. All they have proven to me is how pissed off I can get. I was grousing the other day to my practical friend about how frustrated I was when, after Zeptepi reached Level 100, I could not, COULD NOT, get past Bronze healing. My friend listened to me and then linked his Gold Proving Grounds achievement.

My reaction:



The little warlock cookie crumbled, and there were other signs that the scenario was buggy for Zeptepi. Also, I am a terrible shaman healer and had no trouble with DPS/Healing for Mataoka, and in general am a better healer on Zeptepi and Momokawa. I even put in a ticket, and got the usual reply. “Thanks for playing! Come again!’ Pfft.

I finally, through sheer will and nerd-rage, completed Bronze. I’ll get to Silver soon. To be clear: I have no issue with players having to perform this minor gate-keeping to do heroics, but I do have a HUGE issue with Blizzard not ensuring that it’s working right and makes sense. Some of the players I’ve seen in Heroics act like they’ve never played the game before. How about a dialogue tutorial or suggestion voice over for players? Whatever Blizzard. Just make sure it works, mkay?

Crock-Pot Questing

But if I hadn't gone on this quest, I never would have seen these beauties...
But if I hadn’t gone on this quest, I never would have seen these beauties…

We were also discussing how cool it would be if instead of all of our followers having all the fun, we could send our characters out on missions with them. This reminded me of when I use a Crock-Pot on the rare occasions I cook. The problem with crock-pots is the smell of whatever you’re cooking lingers in the house all day long, and if you have kind of a picky eaters like I do in the house, they hate to smell what they are going to eat for too long. Even getting them to eat leftovers is a challenge. So, instead of facing this challenge, like I would do in Proving Grounds, I do the smart thing: I don’t cook anymore. This is something I may have to try, though. Wait till everyone is out of the house so they don’t smell it cooking all day. To me, that’s half the fun is the anticipation of something delicious to eat. But–you gotta admit–it would be pretty nice to set a character out there in the world, with her special skills, and team up with followers, wake up to delicious loot and gold…

Don’t Curse the Darkness

Wait, what?
Wait, what?

Is this what that means?

Better go see a dermatologist.
Better go see a dermatologist.

In the Northern Hemisphere, today is the shortest day of the year, or the longest night, depending on your crepuscular nature. Turns out, it’s going to be the LONGEST NIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF THE PLANET. So for my friends in Australia/New Zealand, enjoy your light. And warmth. But I find no small amount of schadenfreude when I realize there are silly people in New Zealand, too. It’s going to be a long night, but at least I’m not stuck in a car. But hey, the car was in New Zealand, so that would have balanced it out.

Reeled in!

He caught a whopper: me
He caught a whopper: me

I worked hard to get Abu’gar — I mistakenly believed a fishing troll would be a great follower for my fishing shack. Nope. Got trolled.

And don’t wear red

Not in any dimension:

red shirt


Neil Finn: Not the Girl You Think You Are

Feeling the darkness blues? Play this VERY LOUD: